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PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.G.
B.G.
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
B.G.
B.G.
Composer
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Composer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
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Lyrics

(Shine) oh, it's on now (shine on), we ridin' on chrome now (17s, 18s) Get your shine on, Baby This how we do it, it's all gravy (shine) We layin' it down That's how Cash Money Hot Boys play it (shine) That's how Uptown Hot Boys play it (Uptown) We gon' lay it down (shine) Washington and Ferret, on Sunday, they buck, jumpin' Niggas on 17 stuntin', the second line's comin' The Hot Girls out, the Hot Boys out We in top of the line cars, Uptown boys out For 16, I'm ridin' flyer than your Daddy I play a different car every day, your Daddy in the caddy The fuckin' feds snatched me Picture they thought they had me The B.G. shinin' so hard them dick suckers tryin' to harass me But they let me go, 'cause we way ahead and smarter Keys come from overseas in a submarine underwater Still gon' ride the Legend Monday, ride the Lex', Tuesday Ride the Benz Wednesday Under the seat is the Uzi Ride the Camaro Thursday, Nine two nine Friday, Saturday 50 shots set it off for niggas tryin' to carjack me Sunday, I lay on Washington-uh with a fifth sippin' wine Holmes All week I gotta get my shine on Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, Baby get his shine on Get your shine on, get your shine on Seven days a week, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on You niggas need to know, the World is mine Holmes Now, all these cars, and all these broads Nigga, I'm 'bout to get my shine on Now I'm in Club Whispers with a ten thousand dollar bar tab Hoes think I'm jokin', stupid hoes wanna laugh I'm 'bout to lay my stunt down before I leave this bitch And one of you other niggas hoes gone' suck my dick Now, every car I ride in got chrome on it, homie Got a mouth full of gold, to show Uptown soul Plug hoes, and make more money independent, than a major nigga done went gold I got a million dollar rang with a two million dollar mouthpiece And quick to lay a bitch on these satin silk sheets Now nigga, Rufus Playin' in the Lexus, Gangsta got a Q-5 If anyone of you broads know Baby know I like to ride fly B.G. got a nine two nine, Mannie Fresh got a Camaro and a seven thirty-five-I Now me Baby, big body Benz Expedition, my black cat and my Lexus my friend Now, I could change a car for every day of the week And have a matching bitch in the passenger seat Seven hundred Gs stashed away for my son So when he grow up, he can have a lil' fun I'm still sellin' keys, stackin' Gs on the D.L I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L Nigga, I ain't no rapper, I'm a game spitter Ten Gs a show, on behalf of Penalty, Cash Money, Tommy Boy, Warner Brothers nigga Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on Seven days a week, Fresh, get his shine on Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on You niggas need to know, the World is mine Holmes Can you fuck more bitches than the sea got fishes? Can you do more hoes, than the Feds got snitches? I ride Lexus land with the TV playin' Gettin' head, fuck a fed' with the phone in my hand Nigga's gon' shine, what you see is mine Rolex, went to Texas, Motorola, Alpine Wood grain Hummer, hood rat plumber Hot Boys got toys, number one stunters I know you bitches can't stand me Lexus with the candy, lowin' on blunts, sippin' on Brandy Now that's a good call, papa cleaner than you ever saw 929 with the mirror bro' Tint it up, juice and Gin it up, send it up To Texas, get the wood with the good weed, bend it up Ball 'til I fall, that's the job, nigga Cash Money, Hot Boy, number one mob figure Get your shine on (shine), get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on Seven days a week, Baby, get his shine on Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on You niggas need to know, the World is mine Holmes I like to look good, be sharp, on my side keep my iron on All those player haters wanna steal you, when you get your shine on But fuck that, I'ma get mine on Chrome on the 929 with my Primeco phone on I'm a Hot Boy, hot girls I put the bone on It ain't no secret, I'll bust your dome Holmes B and Slim give me a 20 G loan So I could get my roll on I know my niggas ain't gon' tell me hold on They let me write the Cash Money check, they sign it I cash it, I spend it, it's all good, we ride fly Benz, Lex', Expedition No doing bad, fulfillin' dreams and wishes Payin' all my college hoes tuition If I'm in a shootout, I got the red beam, I ain't missin' Face the ballistics, we got it like that, we earned it liked that Worked for it like that, so we can shine like that Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on Seven days a week, Fresh, get his shine on Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on Players hate me, I'ma burst your dome Holmes Get your shine on, shine nigga (seven figures, nigga) Shine on, shine nigga (seven figures, nigga) (Shine on, shine nigga) (while you dissin', we lovin' all these hoes, nigga) One hell of a crime with your L.A. four double-O Big rules (big rules) all these Hot Boys out here, be my subject Bugger, helicopter, and camouflage Hummer K.C can't back down on your motherfucker BMW, New York and my town, nigga Mike Carey, you dig? All them mug town boys, nigga fresh Proud to buy the gun, we be runnin' the Benz in and out the city, we ain't givin' a fuck It was all about money, and now we shittin' on you, nigga Nigga, Slim got a Rolls Royce, nigga, I live or die for that B.G on top the world, it's Cash Money thing, and I done say it clear And I'm loving these hoes, ain't doubtin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' these hoes, huh Niggas, I ain't cappin', save these hoes, tell your bitch to get out my shit, nigga It's all wavy, nigga, and I ain't afraid to say I got money, nigga, shit Vamp over them, what's happenin' with you fool in that Ferrari Street? All them boys over there make them papers charged up His dick rise?, He's a Hot Boy for sure Nigga, if you don't make dollars, you don't make sense That's the realest somethin', nigga, player, shine (shine) Shine (shine) Shine (shine) Shine (shine)
Writer(s): Byron Thomas, Bryan Williams, Christopher Dorsey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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